Chapter one

I closed the cover on my eight grade scrapbook with an un-contented sigh. A glance at the clock told me that I only had 20 minutes until I had to leave for a BSC meeting. I contemplated skipping that. After all I'd already missed cheerleading for the day, but decided against it. After all after what happened last night I would need my closest friends to help me make a choice...if I could bring myself to tell them about it.

 So you must be thinking am I being overdramatic about it all? The answer is.

Probably.

 I don't think I am, but then again I'm seventeen. We tend to be over-dramatic about everything in high school. To me what happened was a big deal. To me it was at the very least an event that would change my life a bit. A change I'm not sure I wanted but maybe deep down I do...

Wow confusing so lets start at the beginning...kind of.

 I'll rewind to the fall formal which took place about three months ago. That was our first date. My first date with a boy who I knew would be an addition to the boys who meant something to my seventeen years. That boy was and is Logan Bruno. I know now you're thinking Logan?

 As in Mary Anne's Logan?

Yup. Mary Anne broke up with him in eighth grade. They were off again, on again, off again throughout our first three years of high school. "Just friends" they claimed but until the summer before senior year they really never got with anyone else. That's when Mary Anne ended up getting together with Pete Black.

Then in September Logan asked me to the fall formal. I know seems a little weird my best friend's Ex-boyfriend but Mary Anne was surprisingly Ok with it. Happy for us even. As for me I have to admit that back when Logan first moved here I had a bit of a crush on him, but then he started dating Mary Anne.

 So when he asked me to the dance I of course said yes to the tall handsome guy with the slight southern drawl.

 I put the scrapbook I had been looking through away on the shelf and sat down on my bed. I glanced over and saw the framed photo of Logan and myself from the dance and for a moment lost myself in that memory. It had been such a magical night

he picked me up and hour and a half before the dance began so we could enjoy a leisurely dinner at Chez Maurice where we were joined by Claudia and Austin Bentley, Dawn and Rick chow and surprisingly Mary Anne and Pete. It had been a fun dinner , great food and great friends we headed to the dance after that, and I realized then how handsome Logan looked in the tux he had rented. He complimented my dress and told me and I quote "you look so beautiful tonight Stace" I was relieved that he had noticed. The weeks before the dance I had agonized over my choice of dresses finally convincing Mom that I needed a new one, and it was indeed beautiful long and flowing in a soft pink silk. I had me hair curled into loose ringlets that spilled out of flower barrettes. I knew I looked great but it's so rare for a guy to notice those things, and I had always thought Logan was the type who would. He was so far everything I had expected him to be. The dance itself was amazing. The slow dances were particularly enjoyable swaying softly to the music in his strong arms. It was utterly unimaginable that it would be so romantic. I had assumed that he was asking me as a friend I had hoped that it was more than that. I had confided in Claudia that even though I was unsure if it was right or not that I had developed quite a crush on Logan over the past few months, and that I couldn't believe my luck.

The weeks following up to the dance had been filled with romantic daydreams of how it would end up .My brain was telling me though that I shouldn't get my hopes up. However I couldn't help it. Then at the end of the night when he walked me to my door. I tried to play it coy; I looked down at my hands and whispered softly that I had had a great time. He smiled down at me, and I looked up at him through lowered lashes. He had swept a stray curl off my face. His eyes met mine for a few silent moments before he whispered back in that slight drawl "I had a great time too Stacey" and then we looked into each others eyes again for a moment he placed his hand gently under my chin and drew my face towards his as he leaned down slightly. He captured my lips with his in the sweetest kiss I had ever experienced and then bid me goodnight. I had floated dreamily into the house and up to my room. He called not long after that to wish me sweet dreams

The next day he called and we had a long talk. We started spending more and more time together and before I knew it SHS gossip has us coupled off and it was true. I was dating Logan Bruno and it had been the happiest three months of my life, I thought I was falling in "love" for real this time. Together forever maybe? With high-school sweethearts maybe not. But it had turned out well in the end for Sharon and Richard Spier so I had hope. I couldn't figure it out though if I was in love with Logan, if I was daydreaming about forever, then how could last night have happened?